Dancing Tides (62 page)

W
h
e
n he
li
f
t
e
d his little
h
ea
d a
f
e
w
in
c
h
e
s, she
s
cr
a
t
c
h
e
d his
f
ur
a
nd
c
oo
e
d,
“Y
ou
’
ll be
f
ine
h
e
r
e
,
J
ac
k.
Y
ou
’
ll g
e
t b
rea
k
f
a
st in b
e
d
f
or
a
c
o
uple
of
d
a
y
s
a
nd th
e
n
w
e
’
ll l
e
t
y
ou outside
in
y
o
ur
o
w
n p
e
n.
H
o
w
’
s th
a
t soun
d
?
”

W
ith th
a
t, she
l
ef
t the
m
a
in building
out the
b
ac
k
a
nd st
r
oll
e
d
a
long
the
wa
l
k
w
a
y
until she
g
ot to the
po
r
c
h—
a
n
d did a
double
t
a
ke
w
h
e
n
she
g
ot to the
st
e
ps.

T
h
er
e
on the
m
a
t
wa
s
a
n
oblong
f
lo
r
a
l bo
x
, distin
c
tive
b
eca
use
it bo
r
e
a
sti
c
k
e
r
w
ith
the lo
g
o of
D
re
a
’
s
F
lo
w
er
s
a
do
r
ning
the
b
a
b
y
-
blue
f
o
i
l
e
d
car
db
o
ar
d.

He
r
h
e
ar
t did a
l
e
a
p.
I
t h
a
d to be
a
mist
a
k
e
.
N
o one
e
v
e
r
s
e
nt
h
e
r
f
lo
w
er
s.

She
slid out the
lit
t
le
e
nv
e
lope
fr
om und
e
r
n
ea
th t
h
e
g
old
r
ibbon
a
nd op
e
n
e
d
the
car
d.

T
h
er
e
s
c
r
ibbl
e
d in p
e
n
w
a
s the
m
e
ss
a
g
e
:
Than
k
s
f
or ju
m
ping in the
o
ce
an, than
k
s for g
e
tting w
e
t and than
k
s for sa
v
ing
m
y
sorry
ass from
drowning, Cord
Be
nn
e
tt.

I
n spite
o
f
h
e
r
mood, h
e
r
lips
c
u
r
v
e
d into a
w
ide
s
mile
r
i
g
ht b
ef
o
r
e
she
mu
f
f
l
e
d a
g
i
g
g
l
e
. She
pi
c
k
e
d up the
box
a
nd
we
nt insid
e
.
G
ing
er
l
y
,
she
s
e
t the
long
box
on the
t
a
ble
b
y
the
door
a
nd toss
e
d h
e
r
k
e
y
s in t
h
e
co
ll
ec
t
-
a
ll dish.

She
unti
e
d the
r
ibbon on the
box
just
a
s
A
b
b
y
stu
c
k h
e
r
h
ea
d insid
e
.

“K
no
c
k, kno
c
k. Som
e
o
n
e’
s
g
ot
a
n
a
dmi
r
e
r
.”
A
b
b
y
w
i
g
g
l
e
d
h
e
r
e
y
e
b
r
o
w
s
up
a
nd do
w
n.
“Dr
e
a
b
r
o
u
g
ht those
ov
e
r
h
er
s
e
l
f
.
W
e
d
e
c
id
e
d to
p
ut th
e
m on the
doo
r
st
e
p so
y
ou
w
ouldn
’
t miss
f
inding
th
e
m. Su
r
p
r
is
e
!
”

“T
h
e
y
’
r
e
fr
om Co
r
d
B
e
n
n
e
tt, the
g
u
y
I
pull
e
d out
of
the
o
c
e
a
n l
a
st ni
g
ht, t
h
e
g
u
y
not
r
i
g
ht in the
h
ea
d.”

“
R
ea
l
l
y
?
L
e
t
’
s
s
e
e
w
h
a
t
h
e
s
e
nt.”

Ke
e
g
a
n
re
mov
e
d the
lid.
T
he
minute
h
e
r
e
y
e
s l
a
n
d
e
d on the
b
r
illi
a
nt
c
olor
a
g
a
inst the d
e
li
ca
te
w
hite
tissue
p
a
p
e
r
she
l
e
t out a
lo
n
g
s
i
g
h.
“O
h,
m
y
G
od, tulips!
T
h
e
y
’
r
e
g
o
r
g
e
ous.
L
ook
a
t th
e
s
e
!
T
h
e
y
’
r
e
t
h
e
most
bea
uti
f
ul pu
r
ple
f
lo
w
e
r
s
a
n
y
o
n
e’
s
e
v
e
r
s
e
nt m
e
.
O
k
a
y
, th
e
y
’
r
e
the
only
pu
r
ple
f
lo
wer
s
a
n
y
on
e
’
s
e
v
e
r
s
e
nt m
e
.
”